I Am Waiting, Dear Jesus, for Thee

I am wait­ing for Je­sus to wel­come me home

To the place He has gone to pre­pare

To the man­sion of light and the robe

pure and white

To the harp and the crown for me there.

Waiting

wait­ing

I am wait­ing

dear Je­sus

for Thee;

Ever long­ing

all the beau­ties of Heav­en to see.

How I long to be roaming the blest fields of light

With the dear

lov­ing ch­ildren of God

And to sing the sweet song as we’re march­ing along

Of re­demp­tion thro’ Je­sus’ blood.

Many loved ones have I in that beau­ti­ful land

They are watch­ing and wait­ing for me

And they beck­on me o’er to that bright hap­py shore

There the beau­ties of glo­ry to see.